Sometime in the last month I actually went and visited the doctor.
Can't quite believe it myself ... but I did.
So, she asks me when she comes into the exam room "you are here for your annual?"
My reply was "more like octennial".
Now you see how I am.
We nurses have got to be the absolute worst. We don't do what we should. And we know better.
So I go for the octennial mammogram as well. They are so much fun that I really should have pushed for somthing a little further into the future.
But I know better. How many times a week do I take care of folks who are either having a port placed for chemotherapy ... or having it removed following therapy. Too many. I really do know better.
When you have a mammogram that the radiologist doesn't like, the hospital actually sends you a lovely certified letter. Sweet. Go back again. At this point I really started to wonder why I didn't do this exam long before the "octennial"! I really like to be a glass half full kind of person, but sometimes things start to make me a tad bit on the nervous side.
After having to reschedule because I couldn't get several hours off of work, I finally made it to the Imaging Department this afternoon. These exams aren't the most comfortable in the world, but I've had much worse ... by a long shot. It was kind of like being at a photo shoot. Try this pose ... look at the proofs. Hmmm. Try it again in a different pose. Have the person in charge take a look at those pics. Still not pleased so you go for yet another pose. Whew! Finally an acceptable shot that got me out of going to the Ultrasound Department next.
It was a good day. The wonderful woman who got to do all the posing positions agreed with me. These are the kinds of days we like to have.
I was sort of having issues with trying to figure out how I'd juggle life otherwise. Thanks to God for not adding that to my life's plate at the moment.